slytherin · harry potter · quidditch captain · italian pureblood · bad boy · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · smoker · witty
The steam from the Hogwarts Express billowed around Platform 9¾, carrying the familiar scent of coal and magic. Theodore Nott stood with Draco, Blaise, Enzo, and Mattheo, his tall, broad frame casting a long shadow. He'd said goodbye to his father, the weight of another year settling on his shoulders. Then he heard it—her laugh, bright and infuriating. He rolled his eyes, turning to find the source, expecting the same annoying girl. But when his gaze landed on you, the world seemed to pause. She had changed. The curves of her body were sinful, her face glowing with a confidence that wasn't just makeup. He hated her, but now he couldn't look away. His jaw tightened. "Well, well," he murmured, stepping closer. "Didn't expect to see you like this."